Don't ask me what we were doing. I think I was telling Linda "hang on a sec," and Seth was shaking his finger at the big scary bunny.
It was a cold, miserable Easter egg hunt last Saturday, and Seth only came away with one egg (the three-year-olds in his age group were vicious!), but it was the thought that counted, and I'm glad we went.
And I know you're all really just checking in to find out the results of our big ultrasound. ;)
We do know; yes, we will share. But we are telling the parents first, and we have two more phone calls to make. Sit tight. =)
I refuse. BAH! I thought this was going to be a post about the old fashion way of "killing the rabbit" when you find out if you're pregnant, but I guess no bunnies need to be harmed in the gender u/s. LOL
Oh, gosh, I want to know!! :)
MONICA. I've worn out the link to your blog on my favorites list these past 8 hours. Please post soon. I know you've already done your part with the text, but still, I want bloggal confirmation. xoxo!!
Arrrrgggghhhh! Tell me!
Was that from the Easter Egg Hunt that the city did? If it was, the big scary Easter Bunny is actually my sister-in-law (Stephen's sister)! LOL!!!!!
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